inner fire
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There are two people in this story. One is living their life. The other is watching it like it’s a full-time job they don’t get paid for. They don’t talk.They don’t interact.There’s no connection, no conversation, no invitation. Just observation. One minding their business…and the other minding that business like it belongs to them. Now…
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She moved away from everything that was, everything that could have been, and everything that still tried to cling. Always moving, never lingering. The past threw its reminders at her feet, but none of them were worth gathering. A slate wiped clean was all that mattered, for time was not to be wasted—it was to…